january

the moon cost $65
but I bargained it down to $55.
even then I didn’t buy it,
as if I was too good for the moon.

garbage men shoved the moon
into their truck, way after midnight.
they scoured broadway,
throwing abandoned lovers into
the backs of green trucks.

past lovers
of abandoned lovers
stood by windows,
looking up and criticizing stars.
taxis fled below,
going nowhere specific,
which is the plight of cabs.